Chapter 22: Dream Turned Nightmare

Quick Disclaimer: I do not own anything Disney, characters, attractions or otherwise. I only own my 10 OC's and the unfolding plot of this story, so no flames please!

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April's P.O.V.

"Now, what is the reason behind Princess Ariel making us go here?" asked Susan, her voice sounding bored. April rolled her eyes. Out of everyone she could have been paired with, she was stuck with the most serious person from the Narnia movies.

"There's obviously a reason or Ariel wouldn't have sent us here," said April through her teeth, looking at the attraction windows. Thank goodness she and her friends were the only none Disney characters in the park today, or she probably would be charged jail time for what she was about to do. Still, either way, it was breaking and entering, no matter if anyone saw it or not.

"But why this ride, and what does it have to do with Princess Cinderella and Aurora?" she asked, her skepticism grinding on my nerves.

"Why are you so skeptical? Loosen up a little." Susan put her hands on her hips.

"This is serious, April. We can't be happy go lucky when our lives are in danger. Have you ever been in a situation like this? Obviously not." I took a deep breath.

"Actually I have. I was almost killed by a crazy pirate with a sword, narrowly escaped getting my eyes gouged out by Lady Tremaine, and nearly died in a stampede of wildebeest, and all because I'm trying to help my friends and bring goodness back to the park!" I said, trying hard not to yell. Susan looked surprised, and softened a little.

"I'm sorry, April, I didn't know. I'm just concerned for my siblings. This is not something we normally deal with, you know?"

I nodded. I did know, and I hated how difficult my life was right now.

"Well, we won't get very far hating each other, so how about a truce?" I said, holding out my hand to her. She smiled and took it.

"I agree, and I'm sorry." I had to smile now. I was reminded that her title in Narnia was Queen Susan the Gentle.

Susan nodded and I opened the door, hoping we could find the swords, and or our friends. Hopefully.

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Susan's P.O.V.

Walking into this building was a blessed relief from the growing cold outside. I had been called to the Magic Kingdom a few times, and Florida's heat never ceased to amaze me, so when it was this cold it shocked me. We walked around the attraction looking around for any nooks and crannies that the sword might be hidden in. The walls were covered in framed movie posters, including those of Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty, the originals by the look of them.

"I don't know why, but I think their behind those posters," said April, hands up on the glass.

"Allow me," I said, pulling out a small blade from my belt. With great care, I cut a piece of glass and removed it, setting it on the floor without making a sound.

"Wow, I'm impressed. Susan, Queen of Narnia by Day, Cat Burglar by night. " I rolled my eyes.

"Caspian taught me how to do that, actually," I mused, blushing a bit when I said Caspian's name. April raised her eyebrows, but I was done talking.

"Do you still like Caspian?" she asked me, smiling coyly. Instead of answering, I moved through the hole I had cut, April trailing after me.

"Instead of focusing on me and my life, lets think about how we'll find theses swords." April laughed, but didn't ask any more questions. Thank goodness.

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April's P.O.V.

I immediately moved over to the posters, gently pulling them down.

"I knew it!" I said, taking in the two safes I had discovered. Unfortunately, there were keyholes, which I did not have the keys for.

"Maybe the keys are in the desk" said Susan, opening up the drawers of the nearby piece of furniture and searching. Somehow, I knew that would do no good.

"If the swords are here, Walt would have made the keys difficult to find, if not impossible.

"But then how do we find it?" asked Susan, still sifting through drawers in hopes of finding something. I thought back to all the movies I had seen. Maybe this desk had a secret compartment. I walked over to the front, looking and feeling all over the desk. That when I really looked and saw a hidden Mickey, with ears and everything. I gently pressed, and a hidden drawer slid open, which contained two keys and a letter. I sat down in the chair, handed the keys to Susan, and opened the letter with shaking hands.

"You found them! Who's the letter from?' she asked, as I read the name.

"Walt Disney himself" I croaked, my mouth dry as I read the letter.

Dear Chosen One

Congratulations. By now, hopefully you have found the swords and are ready to save the park. Even though I knew this would eventually happen, please try to understand. For every hero created, there must be a villain, and even though they always lose, they will eventually revolt and try to break the cycle. You must stay strong and help the hero's, no matter what happens. Good luck!

Signed, Mr. Disney

P.S. Do not let this note fall into the wrong hands, whatever you do.

My god. A note from Mr. Disney. I suddenly felt like I could do anything and everything. I stood up, put the note in my pocket, and took the keys from Susan. With them, I opened the safes. Inside them lay two swords. One of them had a pink blade, with a golden handle, with a gold crown design on it. The other, however, called to me.

With a blue blade fitted into a silver handle, adorned with a glass slipper design, it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I hesitantly took it, the handle growing warm in my hands as I wrapped my fingers around it.

"Wow" was all I could as I took a few practice swings with it.

"That's a lovely sword," said Susan, her voice a bit envious, but I knew that she wouldn't trade her bow and arrows for anything. I also had this strong feeling that I needed to get back to the castle, to Emily, and give her the other sword.

"Susan, we need to get out of here, now!" I said, a feeling of horror and nausea enveloping me. Susan nodded, closing the safes and the secret drawer before following me. We had just gotten out of the building when we heard the snarling. Two large groups of wolves were quickly closing in on us. One group, I recognized, from Beauty and the Beast, and the others I knew came from the first Narnia movie.

"Take them, before they can escape," said one of the Narnia wolves, coming closer to us. By then, Susan had cocked her arrow in her bow, and I had raised my sword, so when the first wolf came at us, we were ready. The wolf ended up with a sliced nose and an arrow sticking out of his shoulder. Still they came at us, forcing us back into the building.

"Susan, move!" I yelled, dragging her back into the attraction. I screamed as we were floored by the wolves, wincing as we fell through one of the glass windows, shards sticking into my skin. I screamed again, praying someone would hear us before we were killed.

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Plaza Rose Garden

Ivy's P.O.V.

Life could be so confusing at times. Even though she knew they were in danger, Ivy could not believe how nice the day turned out to be. Blue sky, fluffy blue clouds, but still the noticeable chill in the air. Queen Lucy and I had been sent to try and locate Prince Adam, and seeing that the beauty and the beast characters did not have an attraction in the park, Ariel had guessed that the rose garden would be a good place to start the girls search. The smell was wonderful, but I knew they had to find Adam fast.

"What makes you think he's here?" asked Lucy, rubbing her arms in an attempt to warm up.

"Well, in Beauty and the Beast, its iconic symbol is a rose, so he might be trapped underneath them," I said, searching the ground for footprints, but finding none.

"What should we be looking for exactly?" asked the young queen, trying to understand my movements.

"Look for fresh dirt. Anything that looks new," I said, and they split up, searching the flowerbeds.

It was not long before Lucy cried out.

"Over here!"

True, there was fresh dirt here. In almost like a…grave.

"No! Start digging Lucy, quickly!" I commanded, the dirt already flying as she frantically dug. After a few minutes, we came to what felt like wood.

Fortunately, it wasn't a coffin, but a trap door, which I quickly yanked open, my heart jumping into her throat. At the bottom of the trap door, pale and barely breathing prince, lay Prince Adam, his long auburn hair knotted and covered in dirt.

"Lucy, we need to get him out of there, now!" I said jumping into the hole, already trying to hoist up the nearly dead prince.

"When I lift him up, you pull him out," I instructed, using all my energy to get him out.

Once he was out of his underground prison, I was about to hop out; then something gold caught my eye. It was a sheet, wrapped tightly around something. I unwrapped it, and found a sword, with a golden blade and a pure white handle, with a blood red rose design carved into the front. Taking it with me, I hosted myself out of the hole and shut the door, not wanting to fall in again. By now, Lucy had laid Adam flat, and was pulling out her healing cordial. She poured three drops onto his tongue, and sat back, her shoulders shaking. After a few moments, his breathing became more even and opened his eyes.

"Prince Adam, are you all right?" I asked, helping him to sit up. Although he still looked horrible, some of the color had returned to his cheeks, making him look more alive.

"Oh my head, what happened? And who are you?" he asked groggily, like he had just woken up from a deep sleep.

"Well, I don't know how you got down in that hole, but my name is Ivy Roberts and this is Lucy Pevensie, Queen of Narnia." When he heard the word queen, Prince Adam tried to get up and bow, but almost fell had I not caught him.

"Hey easy. You just woke up. No need to be formal. No offense Lucy," I said, who only laughed in response.

"Now, who did this to you?" I asked, helping him to sit against the curb of the street. He shook his head.

"All I remember is going out to get a couple of drinks with the rest of the princes, and finding that sword when I tossed down here by Gaston. It then got really hard to breath. Everything's a blur after that." It was then that his eyes grew serious. He turned to me and grasped my shoulders desperately.

"Where's Belle? Is she all right? Is she safe?" he asked, shaking me a little. I pried his fingers off my shoulders, having to laugh at his expression.

"She's fine. She was looking for you last night with my friend Carly. They meet up with Gaston, who tired to mess with them, but thanks to Carly, he's nursing a broken nose right now." He began laughing then, and really looked at me.

"You're one of them, aren't you? One of the chosen ones whose supposed to save Disney World," he asked, as I smiled.

"Yep, that's me." He then saw me holding the sword. "Then that should work for you. I tried to use it, and it just didn't work for me."

I nodded, for I felt that way too, for while I could hold the sword, it didn't feel completely right in my grip. I guess this sword wasn't for me. It was then that we heard screaming, along with the loud call from Susan's horn coming over from One man's dream. Susan and April were in trouble!

"We need to get over there," I said, getting to my feet, the sword in hand.

"I'm with you," said Lucy, but I stopped her.

"No, I need you to get Prince Adam back to Cinderella's castle," I said, seeing the anger in the young Queen's eyes.

"I can't let you do this alone!" she said, then grew silent as she looked over my shoulder. I turned and stared. In front of us was a huge Lion, even bigger then Simba was.

"Aslan" I breathed, getting down on one knee in respect.

"Rise, chosen one, " he purred, coming closer to us.

"Aslan, you're here!" said Lucy joyfully, flinging her arms around the Lion.

"She will not be alone, dear one, for I am going with her. It will be your job to get this young man back to the castle," said the Lion, and while I could see that Lucy didn't want to do it, she would respect the Lion's wishes. Aslan whistled softly, and a black horse galloped over, with Caspian riding it.

"Take Caspian's horse and get Adam to safety. We need to hurry Caspian. Susan and April are in trouble!"

When he heard Susan's name, he drew his sword and ran toward the shouts. "Take good care of him Lucy!" I cried, running off with Aslan right beside me. I just hope we got there in time.

Cliffhanger! Why? Because I'm evil! Another reason is that I want to split this up into chapters, and this one took forever to write. I really wanted to add the Narnia characters, especially Aslan, and it made me happy to do it. Hope I did the characters justice, but if you think I didn't, please no flames! Next chapter will be here soon!

~Rainlily216 out! ~